Chapter 443

Misty Wave Lake, atop the Rain-Listening Pavilion.

Xie Renfeng leaned against the railing and looked into the distance, only to see the pig-dragon at the bottom of the lake break through the water, stirring up towering waves. The clash between the two martial arts experts of the upper three realms, even though separated by a great distance, still made his liver and gallbladder tremble with the majestic energy; he reckoned that if he were placed in the middle of it, he would only have the path of stretching his neck to be slaughtered.

A trace of a smile had just floated to the corner of his mouth, but it suddenly froze.

Inside the painted boat, red flames suddenly rushed into the sky. A glazed Buddha hand reached out from the fire, slapping the pig-dragon back into the bottom of the lake. The sturdy man of the eighth martial realm, Guan Hai, missed his strike, and before he could change his move, he saw the red flames rise again.

The waves dispersed, Xie Guan stood at the bow of the boat, seemingly not having moved at all, his sword not drawn from its sheath, his green shirt still the same.

The boat came straight toward the center of the lake.

"Crack—"

The sandalwood railing in Chen Mu's hand was snapped into two pieces by him.

"The Fishing Old Man is dead?"

Chen Mu's voice was no longer calm, carrying unbelievable shock and anger. "What kind of sorcery is this!"

He could no longer maintain the leisure of watching a play.

You must know, in Above Bianjing City, how precious is a primordial spirit cultivator who has ignited the Divine Fire?

Not to mention that this was a guest who had consumed a massive amount of resources from the mansion and had been raised for many years.

The most shocked was Xie Renfeng; he had originally thought Xie Guan only had slightly superior martial arts cultivation, but he never expected him to have such means, far surpassing his own.

In the blink of an eye, he had caused a Divine Fire cultivator to die.

Liu Yuan's expression was as gloomy as water; although he had long expected Xie Guan to have the strength of the upper three martial realms, he did not expect the other party to be able to kill a cultivator of the same realm in the flick of a finger.

Beside him, the monk Du Kong furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice: "The Fishing Old Man was ultimately careless. That red flame is strange, specifically countering Yin spirit arts; he did not cultivate martial arts and his physical body was weak. This pig-dragon received a strike from Xie Guan and was still safe and sound, but that fire just now burned his primordial spirit completely, otherwise he would never have died in one move."

He looked toward the lake surface with a solemn gaze, "However, that glazed Buddha hand... is quite similar to our Buddhist means, and resembles Master Lianchi's 'Startling Waves Buddha Hand'."

He Lan Zhenshu, however, keenly noticed another place!

Just now, the sturdy man had clearly hit Xie Guan, but the other party dissipated like smoke and clouds, leaving only a talisman paper floating down.

"What kind of primordial spirit technique is this?"

Liu Yuan narrowed his eyes, thoughtful: "It seems to be of the Daoist lineage, but it is not the path of the Three Truths Sect; to be able to avoid the real and strike the empty with this method is truly treacherous."

Violent energy surged in Chen Mu's eyes, his knuckles squeezed white: "This Xie Guan truly deserves to die!"

However, everyone present was no ordinary person; even facing such a change, they remained calm and composed.

Twelve experts of the upper three realms gathered together; even a top expert of the ninth martial realm might not be able to retreat unscathed.

The Great Interior Chief of Rites Eunuch Xiao Yu behind him had his pupils turn vertical, his voice sharp: "A good Xie Guan, at such a young age, he has actually reached the Ziwei Heng Realm of the ninth primordial spirit realm!"

Liu Yuan pushed his wheelchair forward slowly, his gaze as deep as a pool: "A thirteen-year-old Ziwei Heng Realm... truly terrifying!"

He paused, "Although his martial arts cultivation is slightly inferior, he is only half a step away from condensing true essence and entering the upper three realms; I fear it will only take half a month to break through."

He Lan Zhenshu felt a shock in his heart upon hearing this; although he had long guessed it, now that he had confirmation from Xiao Yu and Liu Yuan, he could not help but be horrified.

Chen Mu gradually calmed down, a killing intent flashing in the depths of his eyes.

A thirteen-year-old Ziwei Heng Realm, sixth martial realm 'Winding Finger Soft'—such talent is hard to find even among the direct descendants of the nine great surnames of Above Bianjing.

He suddenly sneered, "Using the life of the Fishing Old Man to exchange for a genius who might one day reach the rank of a Great Grandmaster of the world..."

"It's not considered a loss."

"It's just that I don't know what the Sixth Brother will think after he finds out?"

He Lan Zhenshu had always been self-confident, but at this moment he could not help but exclaim in surprise: "Truly a monster!"

As the direct son of the Eternal Heaven Khan, he had enjoyed the most superior cultivation resources since childhood, and only entered the Divine Fire realm at the age of thirty.

One must know that only after the Divine Fire can one be considered to have truly entered the ranks of the strong.

The deeper the cultivation, the more he understood the terror of the later realms.

The scenery of those Great Grandmasters of the world is unimaginable.

Like a frog at the bottom of a well crawling out to see the sky.

"Why..." Xie Renfeng's face was twisted, "He is just a concubine-born son!"

Suddenly becoming manic: "It's him! It must be him who stole the talent of my Xie family's Grand View Garden!"

No one paid any attention to the roaring sound.

The battle situation on the lake changed suddenly!

Two fast boats broke through the waves, and the woman in the fur hat's golden whip flickered like a snake's tongue.

The wine-and-meat monk's figure swelled, rushing like a wild elephant.

The white-browed old man waved his hand to condense water into ice.

The blindfolded woman's strings trembled, bursting with invisible sharp blades.

The pig-dragon stirred up trouble again.

There were even swordsmen walking on the water, the cold light reflecting on the lake surface.

In an instant, the killing intent surged like a wild tide.

Eight or nine experts of the upper three realms made their moves simultaneously, the surging killing intent condensed into substance, and as the gale whistled, it stirred up towering waves on the lake surface.

He Lan Zhenshu stood with his hands behind his back: "With such a formation, even the Ziwei Heng Realm will find it hard to escape death."

Xie Renfeng's face was ferocious, "Xie Guan, die!"

Liu Yuan, however, suddenly had his pupils shrink—he keenly sensed that countless sword auras as thin as silk were quietly gathering at the bottom of the lake.

Everyone was startled to realize that the youth on the lonely boat had already stood up with his hand on his sword at some point.

Xiao Yu furrowed his brows, just about to speak.

Suddenly!

The entire lake was trembling, and the bells on the eaves of the Rain-Listening Pavilion were shaking.

A clear sword hum rose through the air, and the youth's clear and bright voice sounded amidst this heaven-filling killing roar.

Everyone could hear it clearly!

"If I insist on having this lake water—"

The lake surface exploded with thousands of water sprays, each one refracting the cold sword light.

"—roar for me, Xie Guan, just once!"

A sword light rushed up into the sky.

The sword intent was so strong that it actually made the heaven-filling lake water retreat!

"This, this is what kind of sword?!"

Luo Su Su's sandalwood mouth opened slightly, as if something was blocked in her throat, her voice strained and nearly trembling.

Just now, seeing the experts in the lake launch their attack together, she had already gripped her sword hilt, ready to make a move to save him.

But just in this flash of lightning—

Having practiced the sword since childhood, she suddenly felt the entire lake had turned into a drawn sharp sword!

That cold sword aura made her skin ache, but she saw the youth had already held his long sword in his hand at some point.

In her suddenly contracting pupils, time seemed to freeze—

The vast long wind danced wildly on the lake surface!

The bright moon's light and the shimmering ripples shone together!

The brilliant sunlight pierced through the deep bottom of the lake!

The vast clouds and mist rose from the water surface!

The intent of life, killing, silence, and deprivation.

The vast and righteous energy of Confucianism.

And amidst all this, six completely different sword intents were quietly interwoven at the bottom of the lake, finally merging into one.

The moment the youth's long sword was completely drawn from its sheath!

"Clang—!"

A clear sword hum resounded through the nine heavens, and Luo Su Su looked at the lake, trembling all over.

She had never thought that the sword path could reach such a realm!

The flying knife in Mei Qingsu's hand had long since fallen to the ground without him knowing. He bit his teeth tightly, his back of the hand cut by the sword aura overflowing from the lake, but he was completely unaware.

The lake water rushed into the sky with a roar!

Xue Huaian only heard the youth's wild and happy words.

"If I insist on having this lake water roar for me, Xie Guan, just once!"

He could not help but open his mouth slightly, seemingly unable to think of any adjectives, and was at a loss for words for a moment.

In a trance, he remembered the comment left by the old patriarch of the Xue family after witnessing the Second Master draw his sword back then, which was praised throughout the world, and he muttered unconsciously.

"One book, one sword, the ambition of a lifetime."

"Bearing the burden of a wild name for fifteen years."

Liu Zixin and the other woman stood frozen in place, their eyes reflecting this heaven-startling scene.

The heaven-filling lake water fell with a roar, as if a rainstorm had occurred, stirring up waves on the lake surface.

Luo Su Su hurriedly focused her eyes to look—

Only to see the lake surface had been dyed red by a large amount of blood, and the experts who had just made their moves fell into the water one after another like withered leaves.

That pig-dragon that had been stirring up trouble was actually cut in two by a sword strike, its corpse slowly floating to the surface of the lake; it was actually a giant crocodile, its bloody mouth opened, but it had no strength to close it.

Amidst the vast water waves!

Only a lonely boat could be seen, the youth still in his green shirt, but his aura was much weaker.

The sturdy man had half of his body cut off, but he still grabbed the edge of the boat tightly, refusing to let go.

Blood kept gushing from his seven orifices, he supported himself with his last breath, and asked hoarsely: "What kind of sword is this that can break the Buddhist indestructible diamond..."

On the lake surface, several martial arts experts, although they had run out of oil and lamp, floated to the surface like a flash of light before death, wanting to ask for a death that was worth it.

And the primordial spirit cultivators who had just made their moves had long since perished.

The wine-and-meat monk's corpse was like a punctured skin bag, his abdomen completely torn, and his internal organs were vaguely visible.

His wide-open eyes were still staring fixedly at you, blood overflowing from his mouth: "This... what kind of sword... the monk dies with eyes wide open!"

In the distance, the woman using the golden whip was desperately swimming toward the Rain-Listening Pavilion.

The blood from her severed arm dyed a patch of the lake water red, her face was covered with blood and dirt, but she was still struggling forward.

"Your Highness, save me!"

On the Rain-Listening Pavilion, there was deathly silence.

Everyone was still immersed in the lingering power of that sword strike just now.

Xie Renfeng, his face ashen, grabbed his head, his eyes full of confusion.

The precious jade pendant in Chen Mu's hand was squeezed into fragments.

"They are all dead!"

"All dead—"

He Lan Zhenshu stared fixedly at the corpses of the crowd in the lake, and a huge crocodile carcass floating up, the thick smell of blood, he could not help but breathe a little faster.

The pattering lake water fell like tears, stirring up countless fine ripples on the lake surface.

When it hit the small boat in the lake.

The lake water actually bypassed the youth, not a drop of rain touching him.

Xiao Yu said with some suspicion, "This is the Second Master's... Nine Swords!"

Liu Yuan's eyes recovered from the shock, gradually becoming firm, and he said coldly.

"No matter what kind of sword it is, Xie Guan must die today."

"The hatred of today must be avenged!"

The Great Interior Chief of Rites Eunuch narrowed his eyes viciously: "This child's killing intent is too heavy. That sword strike just now should have exhausted all his cultivation of the Ziwei Heng Realm; there is absolutely no possibility of using this sword again in a short time."

His fair fingers slowly tightened, "He had long hidden his sword in the lake, just waiting for this strike. Now—"

"We will join forces to kill him; today we have suffered so many losses, if the Prince Yan investigates... how can there be no result? First, take Xie Guan's life."

Xiao Yu's cultivation was no longer hidden, his aura was as deep as an abyss, his essence and blood flowed within like a great river, and a golden elixir of chaotic origin energy in his abdomen radiated out.

Martial arts ninth realm "Xuan Dan."

"Prince Yuan, we cannot hold back anymore!"

"Good!"

A cold light flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes, he stood up from his wheelchair, his Ziwei Heng Realm cultivation was no longer hidden, and it was actually a cold demonic energy; his cultivation was even deeper than that of Kong Du and He Lan Zhenshu.

He secretly rejoiced in his heart—inviting Xiao Yu from the Prince Yan's mansion today was indeed the right thing to do.

Ninth realm Xuan Dan, physical body indestructible, aura continuous and endless.

Xie Guan, this time, what else can you do?

He Lan Zhenshu and Du Kong also no longer hid, their momentum rising sharply, surprisingly both were experts of the upper three realms!

Four figures jumped down from the top of the pavilion, standing on the water in the air.

No words, no hesitation.

The killing intent had arrived, and the four made their moves simultaneously!

【You slowly closed your eyes, the energy in your body withered like a dried-up marsh. This sword strike was unleashed, the primordial spirit power was almost burned out, and there was no more strength to continue.】

【This was merely, six swords merged into one!】

【The lake surface was silent, floating corpses followed the waves. Those martial artists who did not get a response still had their eyes wide open in unwillingness until death, along with the woman who was fleeing, her eyes wide open, forever sinking to the bottom of the dark lake.】

【Only one person still had breath.】

【A Daoist nun in a Daoist robe, her whole body stained with blood, clutching her chest tightly, she sealed all the major acupuncture points on her body, but she was also on the verge of death.】

【She was the Daoist nun from the Great Sui Crown Prince's mansion, Liu Yuan's personal protector, she made the last move.】

【She gasped and raised her head, "Why didn't you kill me?"】

【The small boat rowed forward, cutting through the water waves, passing her.】

【You slowly opened your eyes and said lightly, "For the sake of the Three Truths Patriarch Lu Chen, I will spare your life."】

【The Daoist nun was stunned, "Patriarch Lu Chen..."】

【This name, which was like an immortal god to the entire Three Truths Sect.】

(End of chapter)